Chapter 5 — The Hit That Wasn't Meant for Him

Chapter 5 — The Hit That Wasn't Meant for Him

Vince POV

We were still in the gym.

But it didn’t feel like the same place anymore.

What started as a normal dodgeball match had turned into something sharper—something charged. The air felt thick, like it was humming with tension. Sneakers squeaked loudly against the polished floor, balls smacked against walls, and every breath felt heavier than it should.

The match had gotten intense.

Too intense.

And everyone knew why.

It wasn’t just about the game anymore.

It was about me… and him.

The so-called “dirty player.”

I rolled the ball slowly between my palms, feeling its rubber surface press against my skin. My eyes never left him.

Neither did his.

Good.

That meant I had his attention exactly where I wanted it.

Around us, players shifted nervously. Some were whispering. Others stayed quiet, watching like this was some kind of showdown instead of a PE class game.

Every movement mattered now.

Every throw meant something.

So far, I had taken out two of his teammates.

Clean hits.

No mistakes.

"Who said this was going to be your day again, punk?" I called out, my voice calm—but edged with just enough sarcasm to sting.

I tossed the ball lightly in my right hand, not even trying to hide the smirk forming on my lips.

His expression tightened instantly.

There it was.

Annoyance.

Frustration.

Exactly what I wanted.

The teacher had said we could use any strategy—as long as no one got physically hurt.

So I picked the best one.

Pressure.

Mess with his head… and the rest falls apart.

I moved.

Quick.

A sharp step forward.

Throw.

The ball cut through the air—

And hit.

Another teammate out.

A whistle blew somewhere in the background, but it barely registered.

My focus stayed locked.

"How does it feel?" I continued, tilting my head slightly. "Losing already?"

Another ball came into my hand.

Another throw.

Another hit.

His team was collapsing.

Mine?

Still untouched.

Complete.

I exhaled slowly, steadying my stance.

"Hopefully I make your first loss memorable."

He didn’t answer.

Not with words.

But I didn’t need him to.

I could see it.

That look in his eyes.

That slow, simmering anger—

About to boil over.

Perfect.

Dirty Player POV

(╬▔皿▔)╯

This guy…

This guy.

Every word out of his mouth made my blood boil.

And that smug look on his face—

I wanted to wipe it off so badly.

My grip tightened around the ball in my hand.

At this rate… I’m going to lose.

My team’s almost gone.

And his?

Still full.

Still standing like nothing could touch them.

No.

I’m not losing like this.

Not to him.

If I can’t beat him head-on…

Then I’ll make him hesitate.

Force him into a choice he can’t win.

My eyes darted across the court.

Scanning.

Thinking.

Calculating.

Then—

I saw them.

The girls sitting near their side.

Watching.

Cheering.

Distracted.

A slow grin crept onto my face.

Perfect.

I bent down and grabbed another ball.

Now I had two.

One in each hand.

Let’s see what you do now, punk.

Your team…

Or them?

I didn’t give him time to think.

I threw both balls at once.

One aimed straight at his teammate—

The other—

Toward the girls.

Mia POV

This match was incredible.

I couldn’t look away.

Every second felt faster, louder, more intense than the last.

And watching that “dirty player” slowly lose?

Honestly?

Kind of satisfying. (￣︶￣*)

"Go, Vince! You can do it!" I cheered, leaning forward slightly.

Then—

Something felt… wrong.

A sudden shift.

Like the air changed.

I blinked and focused.

He was holding two balls.

Wait—

Why two?

My heart skipped.

No—

He threw them.

At the same time.

One toward Vince’s teammate.

The other—

Toward me.

w(ﾟДﾟ)w

Everything froze.

My body wouldn’t move.

Why can’t I move?

My mind screamed, but my limbs didn’t respond.

I saw Vince react—

Of course he did.

He moved toward the ball aimed at his teammate.

That made sense.

That’s the game.

That’s what you’re supposed to do.

Which meant—

The other one…

Was coming straight at me.

My chest tightened.

I closed my eyes instinctively.

Please don’t hit my face…

（＞人＜;）

The sound came first—

A sharp impact.

But—

It didn’t feel like I expected.

It wasn’t the sting of rubber hitting skin.

It was…

Heavy.

Warm.

Something wrapped around me.

Wait…

What?

Slowly, hesitantly, I opened my eyes.

(⊙o⊙)

I wasn’t hit.

I was—

In Vince’s arms.

Mia & Vince

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